Raspberry Moments are those rare occurences when Kris loses all control due to - well you decide why.....
It all started back in 1985 or so. I had my first house and was making raspberry jam and syrup for the family for Christmas. I worked very hard in crushing and sieving roughly ten gallons of raspberry pulp and then put it all into the refrigerator for overnight. Gaelic Girl was going to come over and help the following morning with the canning. Well, that was the plan in any event.
Bright and early, I get hot water started, canning jars washed, lids in a hot water bath, everything is awaiting GG's arrival. I trot into the pantry, where the refrigerator is, open the door and
SWOOSH!
The racks in the refrigerator had collapsed and I was hit by a wall of raspberry puree! Once I had gotten back up, I was pissed, really pissed! And so, GG whom had now arrived was to find me in a sea of raspberry sauce throwing other things from the refrigerator onto the floor while screaming, "You may as well as join your friends!"
Yeah, it was not pretty.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Clearinghouse
So, it seems in my circles I am the central clearinghouse for information! Almost all of my ill friends have contacted me back and said, "xyz was in hospital too?!?!?!?" Really funny. Yes, if it is male, I have known him over 10 years, then he was in the hospital. Just too weird.
Swede came over and spent Saturday with me. On the one hand he has been through what I am going to face this week and wanted to tell me what to expect - on the other he was obsessed with the thought of me dying. I think he thinks, that just because everyone thinks he is next, that pre-empts my body's slow down. LOL.
Too Funny!
Okay, maybe only I find that one as funny as I do! But, hey, you know I am not going to die one second earlier or later than God figured on before I was even born. So, Kris has no problems here with the subject other than I have a great many projects I would like to finish first - like a VW I want to trick out and at least take ONE trip with!
As for the body, well, neurologically something is being impeded. The what, how and why are just not known right now. But, maybe by Friday....
Swede came over and spent Saturday with me. On the one hand he has been through what I am going to face this week and wanted to tell me what to expect - on the other he was obsessed with the thought of me dying. I think he thinks, that just because everyone thinks he is next, that pre-empts my body's slow down. LOL.
Too Funny!
Okay, maybe only I find that one as funny as I do! But, hey, you know I am not going to die one second earlier or later than God figured on before I was even born. So, Kris has no problems here with the subject other than I have a great many projects I would like to finish first - like a VW I want to trick out and at least take ONE trip with!
As for the body, well, neurologically something is being impeded. The what, how and why are just not known right now. But, maybe by Friday....
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The 'C' Word
Yeah, looks like the 'C' word - again. At least that is the doctor's and the ultra-sound tech's view on what the tested showed. Stinking Arian interbreed genes. I curse you Hapsburg forefathers and your sisters and cousins too!
So, next week will be full torso imagining and mass identification tests, not to mention - has it spread. Yeah, one really bad week this week and next looks ever worse, then the following week is already scheduled to be the worse yet of the three. And we will only be at the knowledge point by then - what exactly are the doctors going to be dealing with. Then we get to answer the how's.
I have been expecting this since last June when my doctors could not explain blood results any longer. Sigh.
I am really in need of prayer here, my spirits are almost at an all time low. Yeah, my friends need prayer too.....
So, next week will be full torso imagining and mass identification tests, not to mention - has it spread. Yeah, one really bad week this week and next looks ever worse, then the following week is already scheduled to be the worse yet of the three. And we will only be at the knowledge point by then - what exactly are the doctors going to be dealing with. Then we get to answer the how's.
I have been expecting this since last June when my doctors could not explain blood results any longer. Sigh.
I am really in need of prayer here, my spirits are almost at an all time low. Yeah, my friends need prayer too.....
Thursday, October 27, 2011
What Are The Odds?
Ok, so this has been one weird week!
My only male friend from high school had a heart attack and ended up having a stint (?) put in. He went to ER because he thought he had another gall stone. Well, I am glad he went in and had the doctors give him a looksy! Not ready to start losing my friends here!
But, prior to this, Dutchman and Swede both went down with kidney stones! I tell you by Wednesday afternoon I was a bit paranoid - my three best buds were all down! Then from my oldest friend the news came in - exact same thing. But we are not finished yet as my only male cousin was to manage the same problem down in California! Every male friend I have was in the hospital on Wednesday! What are the odds?
Want to kick it up a notch? I was in the hospital Wednesday evening for an ultrasound, when it ruptured something in my right kidney! What are the odds here guys?
Five of us down this week for kidney problems, none of us with families with any kidney history - and poor Randy, he is home recovering his heart attack. I am sure suffering through the care of his wife and three daughters. :^)
Well, as for me, I am off to the hospital again to find out what on earth happened - as in, was there any permanent damage(?)! That was one very un fun experience, may I never discover kidney stones!
Now want to make this really weird? My friend with the heart-attack, I had a dream about it and the reason I remember it is because I had not heard from him in over a month - at the least I hear from one of his daughters every few weeks. So, I prayed and thought not much more about it, until yesterdays phone call. After all, it was just a dream.....or was it?
too weird!
My only male friend from high school had a heart attack and ended up having a stint (?) put in. He went to ER because he thought he had another gall stone. Well, I am glad he went in and had the doctors give him a looksy! Not ready to start losing my friends here!
But, prior to this, Dutchman and Swede both went down with kidney stones! I tell you by Wednesday afternoon I was a bit paranoid - my three best buds were all down! Then from my oldest friend the news came in - exact same thing. But we are not finished yet as my only male cousin was to manage the same problem down in California! Every male friend I have was in the hospital on Wednesday! What are the odds?
Want to kick it up a notch? I was in the hospital Wednesday evening for an ultrasound, when it ruptured something in my right kidney! What are the odds here guys?
Five of us down this week for kidney problems, none of us with families with any kidney history - and poor Randy, he is home recovering his heart attack. I am sure suffering through the care of his wife and three daughters. :^)
Well, as for me, I am off to the hospital again to find out what on earth happened - as in, was there any permanent damage(?)! That was one very un fun experience, may I never discover kidney stones!
Now want to make this really weird? My friend with the heart-attack, I had a dream about it and the reason I remember it is because I had not heard from him in over a month - at the least I hear from one of his daughters every few weeks. So, I prayed and thought not much more about it, until yesterdays phone call. After all, it was just a dream.....or was it?
too weird!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Lazy Day
Met with my co-volunteers yesterday. Nothing new there other than we were unable to change the young man's mind whom quit over the weekend. One of the other guy's on the project, whom is almost as old as me, has about as much understanding of this young man's motivation as I do. It is so bizarre to hear racist remarks from one so young. Sigh.
Did manage to get Timothy's shorting electrical system figured out. The stinking front wiring harness as bad. So now to figure out which fuses need replaced! Mazda, keeps me off the streets.
Also on the Timothy front: he is now engaged to be married! And I have to admit I am torn on the subject. On the one hand, I am a hopeless romantic and had been praying that his estranged wife would get kicked in the head by God and come back to him. (She left him about seven years ago and they have been divorced five.) Like any divorce situation, there are two sides to this story and though if I had been his wife I might not have divorced him - but I sure would have punched his lights out. It was as much her fault as his, but she is the one whom threw in the towel and "Christian legalities" aside, she did not have valid reason for the divorce. And he had a boatload he could have corrected to have kept her - though I fear most men would have chaffed under her dominion.
I know little of his fiancee, she is young. End of story. So we will see what I can learn about her.....
If they do marry, I do intend to attend the wedding - if at all possible - even be the best man if he asks me. Guess I might be having a trip to Ohio or Indiana, or where ever the heck it will be sometime next year! I know it is a pain to get to where they are by air - you still have to drive long distances. So, Kris just might get to do a ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!
Did manage to get Timothy's shorting electrical system figured out. The stinking front wiring harness as bad. So now to figure out which fuses need replaced! Mazda, keeps me off the streets.
Also on the Timothy front: he is now engaged to be married! And I have to admit I am torn on the subject. On the one hand, I am a hopeless romantic and had been praying that his estranged wife would get kicked in the head by God and come back to him. (She left him about seven years ago and they have been divorced five.) Like any divorce situation, there are two sides to this story and though if I had been his wife I might not have divorced him - but I sure would have punched his lights out. It was as much her fault as his, but she is the one whom threw in the towel and "Christian legalities" aside, she did not have valid reason for the divorce. And he had a boatload he could have corrected to have kept her - though I fear most men would have chaffed under her dominion.
I know little of his fiancee, she is young. End of story. So we will see what I can learn about her.....
If they do marry, I do intend to attend the wedding - if at all possible - even be the best man if he asks me. Guess I might be having a trip to Ohio or Indiana, or where ever the heck it will be sometime next year! I know it is a pain to get to where they are by air - you still have to drive long distances. So, Kris just might get to do a ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
We Are Hunted
I Peter 5:8-11, 2 Cor 11:13-15, Eph 2:1-3, Job 1:6-7, Psalms 22:12-13, Rev 12:7-9 and 17, Eph 6:12-13 and 18, Luke 22:3-4, 2 Cor 12:7-10, Luke 22:31-32, Matt 10:28, James 4:7
Yeah, a whole lot of verses this time around - but the point is that we ARE hunted - not the hunters in this world!
Christians face real danger, spiritually. Satan is real, he is hunting, if he can "get" to you, he will! Point is to be strong in your faith and not playing games in Satan's world!
Christians must not be in denial. Yes, we do fail. We must stand against temptation! To be forearmed is to be forewarned!
Christians must be alert. Satan looks for opportunity and will wage war on you, if at all possible! Point is to not give him any openings for attack!
So, be sober, not a victim! How? Resist him in your youth. Resist him in your faith.
Be alert, be ready to resist, put on the full armor of God!
Yeah, a whole lot of verses this time around - but the point is that we ARE hunted - not the hunters in this world!
Christians face real danger, spiritually. Satan is real, he is hunting, if he can "get" to you, he will! Point is to be strong in your faith and not playing games in Satan's world!
Christians must not be in denial. Yes, we do fail. We must stand against temptation! To be forearmed is to be forewarned!
Christians must be alert. Satan looks for opportunity and will wage war on you, if at all possible! Point is to not give him any openings for attack!
So, be sober, not a victim! How? Resist him in your youth. Resist him in your faith.
Be alert, be ready to resist, put on the full armor of God!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Prejudice
Prejudice is something I managed to grow up without. As a child in post-war Europe there were some resentments evident throughout the cultures I lived in. The French had some hard feelings towards the Germans. The Germans had some strong words concerning both the French and Italians. And, everyone hated the Romanians - they are after all gypsies.....
If a gypsy caravan was within twenty miles of our town the police were warning everyone to tie down their stuff and lock their daughters away! Apparently there were no "gay" gypsy bands.
As for my parents, father hated "christians", whom he blamed for the war and the defeat of Germany. Mother hated blacks and indians - odd mix for her since she was to see her first black man in Germany and he was a really nice guy. As for the indian part, her father was a Umatilla indian, whom had a drinking problem (hence my 25% American indian).
So, I have never had any real understanding of prejudice because my mind does not acccept someone else's beliefs without understanding them first. Child psychologist would argue that one, except you have to understand that I always identified more with my grandmother and Danish great-uncle than either of my parents!
In any event, the reason I am writing on this subject is because I got an answer from my resigning volunteer - he is quitting because he does not believe that minorities should be spotlighted to be candidates for working within the scientific realm! Yeah, that is our project, how to encourage young minority females to consider the sciences and engineering as an occupation! I was left quite speechless.
Amazingly, this 19 year old male does not seem to be genetic throwback, at least around here. I have been stumbling across several dozen "Bubbus Americanus" types, almost all under 25 years old. What on earth, within our local rather permissive culture, is suddenly breeding George Wallace types?
Unfortunately, I have to include my own son in that one. Also at 19, he reflects none of my beliefs nor core values. I can blame his first five years in a Russian orphanage, or look real hard at the local school district - because the vile that comes from his mouth and his deeds - were never mine.....
When I came to America (1969), I toured the south and checked out all of the sites of the on-going civil rights war. Swiss-white Boy was not only the wrong color but not "southern" enough to not go unmolested in my travels through those hotbeds of emotion. But, I learned a great deal about the injustices done to the blacks - as well as, I did understand the situation because I was extremely well versed on the South African situation. So, much of what I found was nothing but ignorance.
It was actually almost with glee that in a South Carolina high school my first American friend was a young black man by the name of Clarence Gunn. First it was a shocker to the adults and he was someone I could trust my back to - important when you are a foreigner in a land with foreigner phobias! Both important to any teenager. And one day I do hope to catch up with him and find out how the years have gone......
As for my ex-"employee"? Good riddance to white trash.
If a gypsy caravan was within twenty miles of our town the police were warning everyone to tie down their stuff and lock their daughters away! Apparently there were no "gay" gypsy bands.
As for my parents, father hated "christians", whom he blamed for the war and the defeat of Germany. Mother hated blacks and indians - odd mix for her since she was to see her first black man in Germany and he was a really nice guy. As for the indian part, her father was a Umatilla indian, whom had a drinking problem (hence my 25% American indian).
So, I have never had any real understanding of prejudice because my mind does not acccept someone else's beliefs without understanding them first. Child psychologist would argue that one, except you have to understand that I always identified more with my grandmother and Danish great-uncle than either of my parents!
In any event, the reason I am writing on this subject is because I got an answer from my resigning volunteer - he is quitting because he does not believe that minorities should be spotlighted to be candidates for working within the scientific realm! Yeah, that is our project, how to encourage young minority females to consider the sciences and engineering as an occupation! I was left quite speechless.
Amazingly, this 19 year old male does not seem to be genetic throwback, at least around here. I have been stumbling across several dozen "Bubbus Americanus" types, almost all under 25 years old. What on earth, within our local rather permissive culture, is suddenly breeding George Wallace types?
Unfortunately, I have to include my own son in that one. Also at 19, he reflects none of my beliefs nor core values. I can blame his first five years in a Russian orphanage, or look real hard at the local school district - because the vile that comes from his mouth and his deeds - were never mine.....
When I came to America (1969), I toured the south and checked out all of the sites of the on-going civil rights war. Swiss-white Boy was not only the wrong color but not "southern" enough to not go unmolested in my travels through those hotbeds of emotion. But, I learned a great deal about the injustices done to the blacks - as well as, I did understand the situation because I was extremely well versed on the South African situation. So, much of what I found was nothing but ignorance.
It was actually almost with glee that in a South Carolina high school my first American friend was a young black man by the name of Clarence Gunn. First it was a shocker to the adults and he was someone I could trust my back to - important when you are a foreigner in a land with foreigner phobias! Both important to any teenager. And one day I do hope to catch up with him and find out how the years have gone......
As for my ex-"employee"? Good riddance to white trash.
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